Sufi Contemplates Posting Timings

Amira was furiously typing on her laptop, frustration clear on her face. "Why does no one notice my 9 PM posts about how much I love Sufis?" she muttered to herself.

Just then, her murshid, a wise and gentle Sufi man, entered the room. Seeing Amira’s distress, he asked, "What’s troubling you, my dear?"

Amira sighed, "Murshid, I pour my heart into these posts, but it seems like no one cares. Is my timing wrong, or am I just imagining things?"

Her murshid chuckled softly and sat beside her. "Let me tell you a story," he began with a twinkle in his eye. "Once, there was a nightingale that sang its beautiful song every evening, but the forest remained silent. The nightingale thought, 'Maybe my song is not good enough, or perhaps the forest is asleep.' But one day, it met a wise old owl who said, 'Your song is perfect. It's just that the forest awakens at dawn, not dusk.'"

Amira listened intently, a smile forming on her lips. The murshid continued, "Sometimes, it's not about the song or the singer, but the timing. But remember, the heart's timing is always perfect. Keep sharing your love for Sufis, and those who are meant to hear it will do so when the time is right."

Amira laughed, feeling lighter. "Thank you, Murshid. Maybe I just need to trust the timing and keep being myself."

With a gentle nod, her murshid added, "Exactly. And maybe, just maybe, your audience is just snoozing at 9 PM. But your words will reach them when they are ready."

Amira felt a wave of calm wash over her. She realized that the joy of sharing her passion was enough, and the rest would fall into place.

And so, with a playful spirit, she continued to write, trusting in the perfect timing of her heart.